Jian Huan’s heart hammered against her ribs, a cold sweat breaking out across her back. His tone lacked the probing quality it had held days ago; instead, it carried a chilling certainty that filled her with a sense of dread. Forcing herself to be still, she struggled to keep her voice even. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“My fiancé is waiting for me. Excuse me.”
Of course, Guan Weiran
















